Metal, the lost one.
Gender: Male. Race: Feral Dragon.
Class: Dragoon. Level: 1 (or whatever a good starting level would be)
“Life as an exile is hard; Only by
Light have I been able to keep going, and by darkness, keep
fighting.”
Age: 19 Hometown: Unknown
mountainous region.
Metal is a Dragon hailing from a
faraway mountain range. Shortly after hatching, he was forced out of
their colony for reasons unknown. Harboring the powers of both
darkness and light, His power has potential to change

Fog- Start: It appears to be
starting to get foggy. Clouds of mist roll in, and visibility is
dropping fast.
Fully in: The
fog is fully on the park now, and visibility is near zero. People
will have to be careful to avoid hitting each other.
Leaving: The fog
is starting to roll out, and the sunlight (moonlight) is starting to
shine through.
Gone: The fog is
gone, and the weather returns to normal. The sunny (star lit) sky
looks as if it never was blocked out in the first place.
Light rain- Star

The Sun was
setting on a Cold winter’s night. Snow was softly falling, and
many Creatures were in Hibernation. Matthew was driving his old car
down the Sea to Sky highway in BC, Canada. His beater clunked down
the road loudly, sending spurts of black smoke into the air behind
it. He was on his way home after Christmas dinner, and his radio
clock said it was 12:14 Am. His car was way past warranty... Damn
it no! He thought as the beater backfired, and lost power. He
guided it to the side of

Vore story six
Warning,
Following contains soft Vore.
“Why isn’t
games fun anymore?” Metal asked himself, as his Glaceon/Garchomp
combo KO’ed the Plasma grunts. He had been asking himself these
things for the past 3 years. He would beat his games in less than a
week each.
“Maybe because
you play too much?” his family had said. “You are just gamed
out.”
“No way.”
Metal had always replied. “That’s impossible.” But the more he
played, the more bored he got.
One day, Metal

Warning, the following contains soft
vore.
Metal sat there, resting as
the remains of his last meal slowly vanished from his gut. His belly
growled, but he didn’t feel like eating another sheep. He
remembered the time he had eaten a young dragon, oh how long ago that
was! The flavours were unforgettable! He wanted to taste it again.
Kathro, another hatchling,
was watching the mountain village. She observed the villagers as they
removed the last of their sheep from the wagon. �

Vore story Four
Warning, the following contains Soft
Vore
“Why did I get myself into this
mess?” Metal asked himself quietly. He was traveling through a
desert, not unusual, except the part where he was traveling with a
Dragon.
Eight years ago, Metal had lived a
normal life in Cairo, Egypt. Then one day, exploring a back alley, he
had found something strange. In a small corner, shaking out of fear
was a Dragon, about the size of a medium dog. After assuring it that
he wouldn’t hurt it, as

Metal stood behind a small wall,
waiting for his moment to strike. It has been three years since that
Dragon saved his life, and he had made the best of them. He had given
up being a mercenary, and had pledged his service to a nearby
kingdom. He had searched the mountains for that dragon several times,
to thank her, but he had never found her again.
Metal shook his head, bringing
himself to the present. He had been asked to liberate this church
from the hands of a ruthless gang leader. The missi

Metal crawled through the mountains.
He was a mercenary Knight, who had just fought in a battle, only to
be abandoned when he got injured. “Why are you leaving me?” He
asked the man who was to pay his fee. “If you’re dead, then I
don’t have to pay you, Mercenary.” He said with a grin. He then
left, only to be killed by his enemies.
Metal had crawled for 12 days after
that, looking for shelter in the increasingly cold nights. He crawled
for twelve hours a day, losing hope with every h

Warning! Contains soft Vore!
Metal was walking through the local
forest. This was a normal walk for him; he usually walked around this
time. This was when his family would fight over what was for dinner,
the deer they caught, or the bread his mother baked.
He wasn’t wearing any armour, but
he did have a small thin dagger that his father gave him. This Dagger
was Metal’s most prized possession; his father had given it to him
15 years ago, before he went hunting Dragons. His father never came

This story contains Soft Vore, and
Digestion.
Metal sighed, and chased a
sheep around with his claw. He didn’t want to eat sheep, but if he
didn’t, he would starve. He played a little longer, before picking
it up and eating it. What he wanted to eat young dragons. He had
already eaten two, and was starting to crave a third. He knew it was
bad, eating the young of his own kind, but they tasted so good! He
sighed again, and looked out at the village, hoping something would
happen. Then

Drago stood
there, on a cliff overlooking the forest. It was a long day, and he
really wanted his dinner. He had a plan to both have dinner and get
back at Alazar at the same time, but it wasn’t here yet. He
shrugged. He hated the guts of his wife’s ex-husband. He always was
bugged by the way he cared for her. She was HIS wife. He will not
tolerate it...
Argentum walked
through the forest. His step-father had requested his presence, and
as much as he didn’t like him, it wasn’t an opti

Warning! The following contains soft
Vore and Transformation.
High in the mountains, a boy just
sat there, on his rock, thinking about what got him there. He had
been a beggar in the town where he was born. His parents had died
when he was 5, and he had always had to depend on others.
One day, he was begging for food in
the town square, when the richest person in town saw him. This man
turned to the town guard’s men that were standing nearby, and ask
them to remove the boy from the town. “Ta